Sunday, November 3, 2013

I visited a Native American burial site in Autumn

Autumn is the sublimation of the seasons.
I stood atop the remains of the centuries
when winds were high and colors flew
and their world changed slowly, as I looked through
bare branches exposing a swift harvest and endless summer
but it wasn't endless anymore, the way generations are...
My hand in my jacket pocket traced the plastic case of my cell phone
and I was a stranger.